European Elegies/Autumn (2)/Evening
99.EVENING
Hush, my heart, the sun sinks restward;
Drowsy cattle seek the town;
From the crimson heath to westward
Solemn storks drop softly nestward—
Hush, my heart, the sun goes down!
Drowsy cattle seek the town;
From the crimson heath to westward
Solemn storks drop softly nestward—
Hush, my heart, the sun goes down!
Silence steals across the lea,
Silence floods the highway; none
But a belated humble-bee,
Murmuring, mars tranquillity—
Peace, my heart, the day is done!
Silence floods the highway; none
But a belated humble-bee,
Murmuring, mars tranquillity—
Peace, my heart, the day is done!
Lapwings haste in lonely flight
O'er the wold to seek their nest;
Mid the matted leaves alight;
Fold their pinions for the night—
Hush, my heart, you, too, shall rest!
O'er the wold to seek their nest;
Mid the matted leaves alight;
Fold their pinions for the night—
Hush, my heart, you, too, shall rest!
Far-off eastward windows blaze,
Sunlit, into crimson clear;
Moorland tarns in twilight haze
Mirror back the failing rays—
Peace, my heart, the night is here!
Sunlit, into crimson clear;
Moorland tarns in twilight haze
Mirror back the failing rays—
Peace, my heart, the night is here!
From the Danish of Jeppe Aakjær.